One of my dearest friends says to me, ‘Anni, I have an idea for a polish.’ She tells me about flowers, about female family members whose names bloomed like a garden in her family tree.
And so I listen as she tells me about Daisy, her great grandmother, who was born on June 13, 1913 in a covered wagon. She kept her independent streak throughout her life, and gave it as a gift to her descendants. This month would have been her 99th birthday.
Happy belated birthday, Daisy. I hope I did you and your memory proud.